The pain she felt inside began to seep through her pale lifeless skin, letting the outside world in. So she locked herself away for days weeks months, just so no one could see the damage she had really done to herself. The loss of everyone had taken it's toll on her, and suddenly there was no other way of coping with all the pent up pain and anger. The thoughts of hurting herself had been at the back of her mind from the age of tweleve, she was now sixteen years old and the thoughts had pushed their way through her brain and had taken action. She began to slice at her arms and thighs to take the edge off when she was stressed, once or twice every two or three weeks. But soon the cuts got deeper, and she was slicing at her now ripped ruined skin everyday. She looked at her arms and thighs in disgust, and she wanted nothing more then to see the marks that had taken over her body gone. But the cuts and blood are addicting, so she could not stop as hard as she tried. She was once ruined from inside out, but now she is just ruined. Her skin torn and covered in scars that remind her of what has happened, and her mind almost as sharp as the blade in which she makes the small incions on her skin. Her thoughts were deadly,this she knew. But the funny thing is, no one from the outisde knew she was dying on the inside.
